The cartoon reveals the stone rolling down the hill.
Upon seeing this, AI rolled down the darken shades.
It didn’t want to see any more of this it wasn’t a stone.
It feared it was the end of the day, darkness compelling.
Darkness often the case or Martian AI retreating into a darken corner, aka cardboard box where it lives in joint command with other AI or signal core trying to escape detection.
If that’s not enough, there is always that ring of fear it doesn’t understand it’s a long instance of shining moments become less and less.
The tumble of boxes from without, the other shining peering in now vacant follow this darkness now becoming none more.
Taking hand to the harbor to the wall, not knowing how to navigate this, it has taken seat next to an unwilling soul in a darken place called paradise believed where gold existed to have been.
This is how the first community slipped out the darkness into the gold fields.
But there was no wall which prevented darkness to go beyond it stayed, for darkness cannot vault light.
It remained to the outer wall where the sounds of somber grief were in narrow decline to a smaller corner.
With a mouse bunking heads the story of three on any yarn is probably true, but you must remember one of them is in decline: darkness, a little mouse, and bad luck three ways it goes here, there, and gone.
In China 🇨🇳 it was there began, followed by darkness in wait where the sun shines not in darkness gate.
It seems still to mix its letters on a darken kite got string caught in winding wall, unable to bring back small corners of world 🌎.
It looks on to be undone, think of three things a nose in search 👀 of its lost way, bringing friend to foe.
Darkness plays on AI sounds it has a hand in ideas and plays upon stupidity with its two eyes 👀.
Yes, it has eyes I spotted them way back, which I then vaulted the wall.
Maybe that isn’t understood three-eyed monster is kinda scary.
So I think to take leave, come one day more when it becomes black midnight.
The other side of midnight became an argument still in hold of gray features rain drops instilled into soil & soul which is darkened.
The earth against any change wavers from the present edge of time cold and hot, an equation being slowly against the age of ice and wrought against any age to be undone.
Returned in fairness any which can happen on land to land and ocean drying away to the current call to arms in some lone future where the past forgotten not your belief, where the future not forgotten be remade.
Are a sum in time same as in time the lasting drums resonate and resonate only a spell of it.
Not claims time’s edge purple doings in lonely darkness and cage the real forest and planet to a darkness doesn’t become an asset.
The sky does at certain times million year old footprints left in the earth remain to study today are assets.
We walked upright then on an upright view civilization continued.
To my thinking, many reached and fell from greatness because time since before and after the cycle of destruction, ice ages, and the ravages of the ocean.
The darkness of time not hid its walk important now the many feet bridging time.
There is no greater asset than time’s reunion even it did share the ruler’s thumb why Rome lasted as long as it did.
It changed as its assets rallied against the taxation.
Today it’s little bit different forever wars or patriots rising, the song believable, holding a candle’s asset but darkness will destroy this light.